Back when we were still living in crazy ass Florida, there was a daily downpour. It could be the clearest, brightest, bluest, cloudless day imaginable but, come 3 o’clock — torrential rains. First came the fat dragonflies, then the rain — every. single. day. Guests were often shocked by the punctuality of the afternoon storm. It wasn’t a sprinkle, it came down in sheets. The rains were perfectly timed to the afternoon school bus so it was very common to see my dripping daughter walk in.

One day, I stood at the door watching the rain, trying to gauge whether it was worth the mad dash to get the mail. I love getting the mail but I hate getting soaked. I was calculating the distance and eyeing the sky for a nonexistent break in the waves. I was really weighing the pros and cons.

I felt a hand on my back as my husband pushed me out the door.

Thanks, honey-bunny.

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